[Intro]
Master Builders, Master Builders
Master Builders, Master Builders

[Verse 1]
Fried excellence, resurrections like the [?] coffin
The truth I am endorsing
Let's deal with the primary sources, screw a Porsche
What we need is mass of strong middle class offspring
Master craftsmen true builders of a strong league
Effortlessly wrecking chef sautéing with secret sauces
Union shooter sharp aim is letting pen spray pervasive
State of the art out the stadium park with statements
On science arrangements royally crown vet
With a skill set in tune with the rules of engagement
It's new edutainment your favorite crews replacements
Grand groove golden statesmen
Lace you with assorted flavors out my note pages
Fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge
Honest English slanguage
Blue collar bar scholarship
Procedures are dope with quotes [?] taking this to new heights sword sworn to honor by knights lore
Defeat serpents with Excalibur type swords
Here to live long, [?] visions who right wrongs
Vivid with mics on, we stand strong
Soldiers of one accord
[Verse 2]
I put my hands up knees down this man up
Stand up it's me now share what
And give praise to the day for the best you never heard
Sharpshooters mark is superb
Hops where you start so you know it's a part
Yeah the animals jumping the rope n***a, it's Noah's Ark
Dark hearts and smart killers
That's the same as getting turned into a salt peeler
Anthill mob, we back, I speak the ultra to the magnetic
Ease back with soldier guerrilla
Last Supper, rap name: U R A Sucker
Rap lord, to rap vain, you all suffer
At the gate 'til they let me in
I'm on the case, look at my grace, you're not one of them
And I started for the one to ten, we building
Perfect my will until then

[Verse 3]
Lord forgive me, Father pray for this commentary
This is for my n***as locked up copper commissary
Living off of chi-chi's hearing this new shit
Make you want to slit your wrist 'cause most of these track feces
Double d fractured your chest plate checkmate stalemate
Cap all my straps got no fail safe
Hard line pray you see today when they co-sign
Diamond quick the drip will come equipped when it's go time
Armed and riot calm and quiet in showtime
Ring the alarm your songs get gone and no shine
Balls are ready steady like cars on ghost rides
Most tribes are silent, get denied with the clothesline
On my knees I pray for the day that he shows signs
I'ma lead the way, I ain't playing, there's no time
Hold facts you don't want to hear me say hold up
[Chorus]
Taking this to new heights sword sworn to honor by knights lore
Defeat serpents with Excalibur type swords
Here to live long, [?] visions who right wrongs
Vivid with mics on, we stand strong
Soldiers of one accord


[Verse 4: Canibus]
Master Builders is the name of the album
Blow the planet to pieces and see what we salvage
Right now n***a, the backyard is a Fat Farm
You've never seen no rap star lamping like Saddam in Panama
Man overboard, custom Mopar Snorkel exhaust
Four by four, water ford your shores
Mach 18, 100 feet off the deck
Enough to scrape a little chicken meat off your neck
For every half hour, every rap you encounter
Freeze dry you with some sour then I smash you to powder
Don't ever disrespect the god, join me, let's pray to the Lord
Go lay your ass in some Epsom salt
Thermobarics blow you out your underground cavern for practise
Like some kind of antigravity backspin
Then meltdown half your unannounced assets for taxes
And leave the rest for your family to [?]
Fear unbalanced, the ten thousand yard stare shatters
Eggshell veneer rappers, war's a racket
We force-feed maggots, pulses of their organic matter
Fahrenheit 9/11, a cabbage over a pot of boiling Holy Water
Make it more dramatic if you a hardcore whore for theatrics
Flying tigers, one plane, air frame for pilots
By the time you hear the air raid siren, you got to share that with a moment of silence
Davy Crockett blast, you don't want no scaby scabs
The currency 'bout to crash, I'ma pay you last
Black mould on my plate, hold hands so my family will mumble pray
Give thanks to being underweight
Black crows on the gate go away
When they realise we ain't got no bones to throw away today
Ace hog way on the waist, I want Chesapeake Bay lobster
I traded it for a case of vodka
We them freight harbour neighbourhood graverobbers with homemade choppers
18 gauges, home depot shell cases made from prefabricated copper
Negotiate barter and trade dollars
But if not we trade for the hostage
High tech, low tech, no tech
The weight of the boobytrap make the rope stretch
The old man head crash, sound like a megayacht boat wreck
Go ask Pharaoh if he let my people go yet
But what's the point in me asking your name, if you don't even own that
You just a clone to rap
If you can just destroy something and can't build nothing
Stupid motherfucker, what do you think you gonna get